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IGINAL SERIES

Lali!

Lole!

- Lolo! - Come in!

Lala.

Damn it.

This damn spell won't leave.

Leave where, buddy?

Fuck, I don't know, Alexa.

I think you need

to start accepting that this is you.

And this will probably be you forever.

What if we ask the pendulum where is Romina?

We can't, we're going to see Wences later today.

About your documents.

I understand what Romina wanted.

For me to experience the female world.

I get it, walking in heels sucks.

I got it, done.

Come on, get changed.

And I'm also injured.

Oh, shut up.

You have no idea.

Alright.

Wens.

Hey, Alex! Welcome, come in.

Welcome to your humble office.

Oh shit, this is illegal.

Let me get something, for the lady to sit.

Excuse me? Don't screw with me.

Sorry, she's just a little impulsive.

But thank you for welcoming us, Wences.

No, don't mention it.

Not every day you can see a magnificent specimen.

Magnificent? Specimen?

- Are you flirting with me, kid? - No, relax.

I mean, your cock.

- Your walk, damn. - What?

Fuck this.

OK, the documents.

- Do you have them? - Yes.

Now I've got the whole package.

- I'll kick your ass. - No...

- Hey, easy. - Look at him.

- You want the whole thing? - Yes.

We need ID and passport.

But are you sure everything

will be in the system?

We'll put the whole thing in, Alex.

- Come on. - You're talking to me.

What's wrong with him?

- Shit. - No. Look, let me explain.

Getting into the system isn't easy.

But Alex here knows me, so...

It's difficult at first, but then it loosens up.

That is...

What you sign goes directly to digital seal,

and then we'd just need...

to erase your true identity, which is...

Oh, damn.

- Eduardo Dom�ngu... - What we need is an ID

with her photo,

the name Lola,

and the same last name.

I'll make it worth your while.

So, the gentleman,

we will baptize him as...

Eduarda? Dolores?

- What? - Eduarda!

Obviously not, dude.

- Dolores, then. - Dolores? Fine.

- Dolores? - Dolores.

Damn it.

No, Alexa.

I want to keep being Lalo.

I can't get over

not being that enviable divine male.

Like Quetzalcoatl, with hair on his chest.

- With a big package. - Sit down, Lala, sit.

OK, which one was hurting?

- The right one. - You remember?

- Sure. - Give it to me then.

You have to regain your composure.

No, what I have to regain is my manhood.

I have to find Romina so she can tell me

how to break this spell, or whatever.

No, what you are is hungry.

You haven't eaten.

I have...

All I have is this candy.

Suck it.

That sounded very sexual.

Well, I have to go because

they're waiting for me.

Relax, everything's fine.

OK? Suck it.

Eat shit.

It's about phallocentrism,

which means that everything is built around the phallus.

The phallus as an institution, the phallus as God.

What's this chick saying?

Dad, don't say chick.

She's Alexa, and I can't hear her.

- ...related to heterosexuality. - How nice.

In other words, power is not conceivable without a penis.

No penis, no paradise.

My power is in my clitoris. How about that?

- Dad, watch out. - Watch it, stupid lady!

No, no, it was your fault!

You don't know it's a she!

OK, sweetie.

It was a woman.

Besides, this awakens my phallocracy.

You know what? Pull over.

- Stop, I'll walk. - What?

Yeah, I'm up to here with your comments.

Stop!

- Get out. - I am getting out.

- Drive alone. - Get out.

You're incorrigible!

- Sure, bye. - Yeah. Bye!

Phallocracy.

Phallocracy?

I don't think this lazy ass

should take Lalo's place.

I mean, she just showed up.

No degree, no experience.

- Don't you agree? - Well...

She may not have that,

but she has other things.

Don't be so crude.

I'm worried about Lalo.

Nobody knows, nobody's even seen him on camera.

I think he's hiding because he has a problem with a woman,

unacknowledged children, or something.

None of that would get him out of his environment.

I know him very well.

And I won't rest,

until I find out what's going on with him.

Well, apparently you don't know a lot of things about Lalo.

Turned out to be quite mysterious.

Chai latte with soy milk.

What are you doing?

Put in your receipts yet, Vicky?

Maybe you won't get paid this month.

Can I get a coffee?

Yes, with powdered milk.

Thank you.

Dress up next time.

Motherfucker.

Let's do it.

No way.

Fucking gross.

What the hell, asshole? You almost ran me over!

Real lady like, huh?

Get out, fucker.

Come on, asshole! Come on, come on!

Crazy lady.

Up yours!

What?

What did you lose?

Enjoyed the show?

- Put it on the table. - Help me.

Yes.

Chamomile tea keeps getting heavier, right?

- Yes. - Thanks.

You're welcome.

Just thanks?

I deserve something more.

Like what?

I don't know, dinner.

Some cuddling.

- Some cuddling? - Some cuddling.

Some spooning.

I know! I know.

Put something nice on.

I'll pick you up at eight,

let's go out to dinner.

Oh, honey. I can't today,

I have to split this with Lalo,

or he'll play dumb and won't pay me.

OK.

- What day is it? - Dunno.

Did I pay the gas?

And it was my turn.

Hey, how's Lalo?

I haven't seen him.

Fine.

Hey.

- Guess what I did today? - What?

Guess.

What?

I listened to your program for a while.

Yeah?

Did you like it?

Yes.

I mean, I think the idea is very good,

I just have one note.

I felt like this phallocracy thing

was a little much.

I mean, I think it was too much.

- OK. - But the rest was good.

But do you agree that it shouldn't exist?

And that public power

should be divided equally

between men and women?

Exactly. That's my point.

I think that it's more balanced now, honey.

And on that topic, I don't know if you know,

but there are many female presidents in the world.

But we've never had a woman president here.

Well, no. Or a male housewife.

And we're not complaining.

Wow.

Hey, I need to finish organizing...

Hey, you took it the wrong way.

- No. - You misunderstood, honey.

- I didn't mean that. - No...

All I mean,

is that while all this settles,

you can rule me, all you want.

Top to bottom, side to side.

- Yeah? - You wanna be my president?

- Upside down? - Upside down.

Yeah?

- Want to? Yes? - Yes.

Wow, baby, what a butt from all that shopping.

Is everything OK?

- Everything in order. - Sure.

- Go ahead. - I owe you a chicken tamale.

- Seriously, so retrograde. - Does it affect you?

Totally. The...

Hello, Lola.

- Hi. - Good to see you here.

You OK? You hurt your foot?

Do you need ice or anything?

- No, it's fine. I'm fine. - No? OK.

Well, this is Marco.

He's a friend, he works in the office.

He's the art director.

- What's up? - Hi.

How are you?

I'm Dolores, but you can call me Lola.

Oh, I know, cutie.

Everyone knows, after the big show

you made here.

Thank you. Excuse me.

Come on.

You undressed her with your eyes, Facundo.

No way, man.

I was...

just admiring her.

Oh, right, admiring.

That woman has something that...

From the first time I saw her, I...

You know me,

I don't get nervous,

but with her I...

- Then what? - Colleagues.

See you in the boardroom.

- Now? - Orders from the boss.

Move it.

Gast�n.

So, what was the mercury thing?

Silence.

All I want to hear are my narcissistic thoughts.

Welcome. Welcome, Lola,

cousin of Lalo, the boy with boils and evil anthrax.

Malignant.

- Next to the anus. - Disgusting.

- So... - Yeah, well, whatever.

Since I don't have time,

I'll get straight to the point.

Item number one: Gast�n and Vicky

will take over the project.

What? No, why?

- It's my idea. - Excuse me?

Well, it's Lalo's, but we...

Look, sorry, you've been here two days

and you dare interrupt me?

Come on, Dad.

No, no "Come on, Dad."

We respect hierarchies, and that includes you.

Mr. Aguirre for all of you.

The degrees are there.

But I always said "boss," and it was fine.

This doesn't seem fair.

I wrote the project, I mean...

Lalo dictated it to me.

And I wrote it down.

I know it up and down.

It doesn't seem fair that they take over development.

- Why? - Because the idea is Lalo's.

And he never told us he had a cousin Lola.

And since Lalo isn't here,

and the project is owned by the company,

it's settled.

That's life, unfair.

Can we talk on the terrace?

Please, sir.

Mr. Aguirre.

You know I'm right.

Look, Lola, all I know

is that your cousin hasn't brought a medical certificate,

hasn't shown up and hasn't even made a damn call.

- Do you understand? - Yes.

It's like he was swallowed by the earth.

He stopped showing up just like that.

Yes. Yes, you're right.

- But he sent me... - Lalo doesn't work here anymore.

He lost everything, even his show.

And you're just his cousin.

You're not him.

But what does that mean?

That I don't have to give you a chance.

Mr. Aguirre.

Work is the only thing I have.

I promise to put all my heart into it.

And I won't let you down.

Really, please.

But under the orders of Gast�n and Vicky.

- Yeah. - If the gay soccer series fails,

- you're out. - Yes. Yes.

Thank you.

So, here's the deal.

Lola will work with Gast�n and Vicky on the project.

- What? - Yes, sir.

That's not what we agreed to.

Who asked for your opinion?

We talked about that, boss.

Gast�n, you're in charge of the project.

- Vicky will be your assistant. - Assistant?

Lola will be in communication

with the missing man and Vicky,

make adjustments.

Lola won't be making the same as Lalo.

Why not? I'll do the same thing he did.

OK. Second item, starting today,

my daughter Natalia joins us

to give us a more feminine vision.

- Feminist. - Right, that.

That's what the viewers ask for.

And certain target we're working on.

- Look, Dad... - Mr. Aguirre.

Yes, Mr. Agui...

It's not a target.

We have to start changing the way we think.

- It's not just a fad. - Yeah, right, that too.

But you have this warrior vision,

like Me Too and all that.

While on the other hand,

here everyone's much older than you,

and we need to update them.

So, let's get to work.

Move!

So, do you want me to call you...

- Mr. Aguirre or just sir? - Mr. Aguirre.

Right.

Hello, Lola.

Congratulations on the project and cheer up.

Whatever you need, I'm here, in my office.

Can you pass me your ID, finally, please?

Thank you.

God damn.

What are you looking at?

I love that dude.

All...

beautiful there.

Different.

I only agreed to come to work with my dad, for him.

I'm such an idiot.

- Oh, it's my phone. - Oh, no.

- Don't answer. Don't answer. - No, let me see who it is.

- Don't answer. - Let me see who it is.

- It's Sonia. - No, no.

Tell her Madame President is giving a good morning.

No, I'll be quick. I won't be long, it's fast.

- My love. - Quick.

Hello?

Alexa, do you know anything about Lalo?

No, we have different schedules,

so, no, I don't know.

You know what?

I keep calling him and it's weird that he doesn't answer me.

You know? And I'm worried.

When...

I see him, I'll tell him that you're looking for him.

OK. But let me know...

What?

- No! - What?

I was supposed to send

the change for tomorrow's program.

- Oh, no, honey. No. - Yes.

Send it to him later.

- Look. - Send it to him later.

Hey, I'll reward you tonight.

- No. Don't do this to me. - Yes.

- No. - Yeah. Come on.

With candles,

some wine.

- And a free trade agreement. - No. No.

- No. - Come on.

OK.

- OK? - OK.

OK.

But you cook.

- No, we both cook. - Why not?

No, no, no.

Look, your government has the best lasagna

in the whole universe.

Besides, you know the deal we have.

If you give me something to eat,

then I'll eat you.

- OK. - OK.

OK.

I'm all ready with what the boss wanted,

about your salary adjustment.

You're fast.

Sign here, please.

Let's see.

What?

Did I get a 50% pay cut?

Yeah, geez.

Orders are orders.

Well, but I thought that...

we women supported each other and all that...

I've been here five years

as Aguirre's fucking secretary

and Gast�n's helper.

I have a bachelor's degree, a master's.

I was always the standard-bearer,

and not even because I'm fucking Gast�n,

can I get a raise.

How about that?

Well, but it's my project.

What a shame.

Look, Lola, all my projects

are signed off by the bosses.

I mean, I write,

and they take the first credit,

and higher salary, and the royalties.

So,

woman to woman,

either we fuck them,

or you sign here so we can be together in misfortune.

Thank you.

Fucking shit.

Fifty percent.

What's up, man?

What?

Shit.

Hey, Lola, don't worry.

If they lowered your salary, I...

- No. No. - Look, I can help a little...

Shit, how could I forget that I have boobs and pussy.

- Hey, Lola. - Yeah?

Seriously, are you OK?

Yes.

Your fly's down, buddy.

What's up, kids?

How did you learn to do that?

Well, when I was a boy,

on the street like you.

Girl, sorry.

- Girl, I'm a girl. - Let's play.

Did you walk here without shoes?

- Of course. - No, wash those filthy feet.

Don't come in like that. Lalo! Lola!

- I just got here. - Whatever your name is...

Oh, you made lasagna, that's amazing.

How tasty, I want some. Can I?

No, it's for Martin. He's gonna be here soon.

Shit, everything happened to me today, dude.

They're cutting my salary in half,

because I can't make the same as Lalo.

- No shit. - Yeah, no shit, dude.

And then I went into the men's bathroom, because I'm a dude.

And I grabbed Facundo's balls.

Fuck me.

Sure, because men grab each other's dicks.

- In the bathroom... - Yes, of course, you don't...

Women don't...

It's like a game, it's like: "hey, fag."

Like, boom, bro.

You wouldn't understand, you're not a man.

No! Did you hear my show today?

Of course not.

It's too feminist.

What are you?

A man trapped in a woman's body

that's very hegemonic and beautiful.

Or a woman

with typical male attitudes.

No, I don't know what I am.

What am I?

Lalo?

I'm sorry to be the one to tell you,

but if your salary gets cut in half,

how are we going to pay for this apartment?

Oh, stop it.

How am I going to pay Sol's tuition?

And the pension. Shit!

That damn Romina doesn't answer my calls.

But she'll know who Eduardo Dominguez is.

- She'll find out. - Dolores Dominguez.

- Don't be dramatic, dude. - It's just not fair, Alexa.

Come here, little buddy.

You behaved like a real asshole with her, too bad.

Damn, you stink.

- You smell awful. - Oh, dude, it's the garlic.

- Mart�n is here. - Put on some perfume.

There's no time.

Hey, Alexa, how are you?

Shit, I have to close the door.

- Lola. - What's up, Gast�n?

- What are you doing here? - What a surprise.

Well, I'm looking for Lalo.

But Lalo isn't here.

Because what he has is very, very contagious.

- Very contagious. - No, on the contrary,

I called his mom to tell her, she's very worried.

- You called his mom, asshole? - Excuse me?

No, it's just, well,

- Sonia and Sol don't know. - They don't know.

No, we didn't want to worry them.

How can his daughter not know that her dad is sick?

Hold on.

I'm very good friends with Lalo, I care about him.

You can tell me anything, I won't say a word.

- I think you should tell him... - Shut up!

And Lalo never said nothing about you.

- No? - No.

I think...

what Lalo needs, is...

his space, for us to respect his space...

Mart�n is here.

Hey, Alexita.

My son won't answer my calls.

And Gast�n called me and...

What are you doing here?

Now, tell me exactly

what is going on with my son.

- Who are you? - Mom...

- Whose mom? - No, no.

Mom always told me to close the door.

- Everybody's coming in. - I know.

Hi, love, sorry for the hour.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Where is my son?

Let me explain.

- Aunt. - What do you mean aunt?

What's going on here?

Lalo isn't here!

He left.

He's dead! Lalo is dead. Consider him dead.

Dead?

Mom!

- I mean, in a moment. - Are you OK?

Auntie!

Who are you?

LA LOLA

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on. Hey, hey, hey.

Easy.

His open.

Oh, yeah, yeah...

I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming.

Why can't you wait for the end of the match?

So we can both do it.

We can work together and...

you can tell me about what you were talking before,

which was very interesting.

About the...

Well, don't talk to me if you don't want to,

but I'll help you in a little bit.

Old man.

Should I help you scratch your balls?

Why would you say that? I mean, I don't...

It's not about, "I'll help you, old lady."

It's not about helping, lazy ass.

Let's not treat each other like that either.

We have to do everything that I do alone.

Together.

- Asshole chauvinist. - Hey.

- No, no, no, no. Hey... - I'm up to here with you!

If you want a maid get your...

fucking mother!

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